Poetry Today · Uncategorized

Lost Memories (Alzheimers)

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Drowning in a pool of my inner self

Unable to remember, to see clearly.

Time rob me of all I knew, everything I hold dear

Erased, like the dew that slips through at day break

So does memories of you.

I held them once; your memories,

They kept me through the years

Fading slowing, I tried to hold on.

I felt them now!

Deep down in the grey remains, I see your face

Smiling, bidding me to remember

To reach for what’s no longer there.

I reached out and touched loneliness

I smiled; knowing I can’t miss what’s not there.

Emptiness has filled the void where you once lived.

I knew you once!

I knew you when time was on my side

When promises burst open

And I fell deeply In love with you.

Now, remember me

As I was then

As I am now©

 

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2016
Poetry Today · Uncategorized

Daddy Dearest Memories

Daddy! I didn’t finished telling you about that cute guy

I met in the store last Tuesday.

Or that new sweet Mocha flavored coffee I bought you.

Why didn’t you say goodbye?

Why did you leave me when I long so desperately for your reassuring smile?

Your deep calm voice that reaches the depth of the Ocean

With passion and pride;

Last night I watered the Tulips and picked the Tomatoes,

The Peas and the Carrots you planted not so long ago.

Daddy! Why didn’t you wait a little while longer, to see your handy-work

Tinge with the colors of forget-me-not.

You left me with sun ripened Tomatoes,

Peas embellished with the colors of the rainbow

And carrots that glowed like the evening Sun,

Your worn out gloves embraced me in comfort and your garden boots swallowed my endless flow of tears;

Daddy; if that was enough for me to go on?

Why do I still look for you in the empty rocking chair dozing peacefully by the fire?

Why do I still look for your strong and sturdy frame silhouette against the evening sky?

This morning I ran down the stairs, your oversize shirts flowing like angels wings in the gently morning breeze.

I sit and sip your memories from the coffee cup you loved so much, and smile

Inwardly, as I realized that despite myself,

I’ve found solace and comfort in your memories.

 

by Nikki Moore
© All rights reserved 2015, 2016